From the recording "Real Men Love Jesus"...and Drive Shitty Cars
Lyrics
"Real Men Love Jesus"...and Drive Shitty Cars
To them you are just a temp-worker
with a run in her hose,
but to me you’ll always be
the one I never should’ve let go.
I’ve tried to forget,
but can’t.
“I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.”
Then why do you look
so hurt?
You’re showing teeth,
but not smiling.
You swore you were going to get out,
but you’re still living above your parents garage
and smoking pot.
Did you give up
or are you
just stuck?
Your face is bright and wide,
like the moon
from 10,000 miles.
You sleep with the TV on,
it blocks out
the other sounds.
With no clothes on
you went out into the rain
and refused to respond.
Scaled the redwood fence
that your brother built.
He never finished it.
Walked the top edge
like it was a balance-beam
and screamed towards yellow hills
turning green.
The neighbor’s Rottweiler leaps
from the other side.
He can’t reach you….
no one can.
Show me where it hurts.
I don’t have to be the first.
I just want to be
the last.